Jesus Is Braiding My Hair at the Airport

Jesus is braiding my hair at the airport.
Sunglasses down, he sits on the floor—
toes stretched out in his brown leather sandals.
His delicate, hairy, tanned ankles
are wrapped in front of me.

He is smoking his daisy joint,
listening to lighthearted airport music
while braiding my hair.

He says, “Straighten your back.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders from behind
to help me relax.

“Relax, baby, relax.”
He smiles. He laughs.
He chews on his smoking daisy.

She turns and smiles at me too.
“Relax, baby, relax.”
Okay—now I laugh.
You guys know how to bring a good time over.

“Hm… you need longer hair for a longer braid,” Jesus says.
“Yeah,” adds the daisy.
“Yeah…” wonders Yeshua.

Now I am relaxed.
“1-800-Love FM, baby,” he whispers.